Baking with Phil and Lil

"…the babies weren't allowed to play all by themselves outside," Mr. Chaos said dryly. "The end."

"Ahem," Melinda said, coughing.

"What? Should I mention how Tommy could have burned himself touching a clearly still VERY HOT PIE? Or that Stu is stupid enough not to know that mud is not flaky pie crust?"

"You have to do more than that."

"Why?" the Creator whined.

"Contract."

"I don't have a contract!"

Aria , who had been walking by, held up a piece of paper. "Then what is this?"

Mr. Chaos took the sheet. "This just says 'Dear Mr. Chaos' and has a picture of a butt."

"…can I see it?" Crowley asked.

Mr. Chaos glared at them. "That's it. There is nothing else to cover. It was 5 minutes of the parents being morons and the babies causing problems with no punishment. Of logic being thrown out the window and the babies ruining things for everyone. It taught children its okay to take things that they shouldn't."

Melinda merely stared at him.

"Fine! Here's a Lou Adventure!"

~MC~MC~MC~

The Night's King raised his spear, readying to throw it at Daenerys' dragon and kill it then claim it as his mount.

But when he flung his hand forward… it was empty.

"Now see here!" Lou Pickles declared, hefting the spear with one hand while holding Tommy in the other. "You call that a spear throw? THIS is a spear throw!"

The Night's King screamed in horror.

~MC~MC~MC~

"…that was weak," Melinda said.

"Piss off!"